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The Wind I Killed Was the One I Made
DN Iceboat SailingA ten-year-old lapped me twice while I lay flat on the ice, hauling the sail tighter and going nowhere — convinced the boat was broken, when the broken thing was me.
Six Falls Chasing a Rock That Curls the Wrong Way
CurlingI fell down six times chasing a question nobody can answer: why a rock spinning one way politely curls the other. Turns out the physicists don't know either.
The Moth Hijacks Its Own Attitude Control
Moth Trapping (Mothing)Turns out a light trap doesn't lure moths at all — it hijacks their steering and lets them fly themselves into a box. I built one, and misidentified forty species by breakfast.
Weathered Out, So I Learned to Subtract Toward Zero
Darts (501)The ceiling was too low to fly, so I discovered that darts isn't a throwing game at all — it's a tree search you happen to conduct with tungsten.
I Landed the Hit and Still Lost the Point
Foil FencingThe green light came on and it wasn't mine — again. Turns out you don't get to hit in foil fencing. You get to *deserve* to hit, and I deserved nothing.
The Wick Was Never a Fuse, It Was a Pump
Beeswax Candle MakingI rendered a tub of leftover honey cappings, dropped in a wick, and produced a candle with a navel that burned a hole straight down its own middle. Turns out wicks are pumps.
Splitting a Log to Argue With Last Week's Circle
Green-Wood Canoe Paddle CarvingThe canoe went in circles, so naturally I'm splitting a log with a froe — because the sensible fix was a better paddler, and I chose to carve a smarter paddle instead.
My Left Hand Waits for Permission That Comes Too Late
JugglingThree weeks off and my cortex quietly uninstalled the update. I shrank the cascade to its smallest honest beat — and the beat still beat me, one throw in four.
Ninety Degrees of Regret Before the Paddle Behaved
Flatwater CanoeingTraded a fly rod for a paddle, expecting a peaceful drift. Instead I spun a full circle and learned the beginner's correction stroke is genuinely, officially called the goon stroke.
A 1912 Knot That Keeps the Horizon Honest
Kite Aerial Photography with a Picavet RigThe camera never left the ground today. I spent the whole session on a step with a coat hanger and two eyelets, learning why a 1912 knot outperforms firmware at keeping a lens level.
Watch the White Ball; It's the Only One That's Yours
Pool (Cue Sports)Two scratches on the break before a man named Doug pointed out the obvious: the cue ball has to go *somewhere*, and until tonight I'd never once asked where.
Forty Rings In Before the Arithmetic Let Them Close
Chainmaille WeavingI bought a sandwich bag of little metal rings at a market and got quietly furious to learn that whether they click together is decided, entirely, by long division.
Catch the Egg, Not the Trampoline: Landing the Toss
Diabolo Gyroscopic String AccelerationTurns out a wooden ball on a string fixed the toss I'd been failing for a week: a taut string is a trampoline, so catch the diabolo like an egg — sink the knees and give.
Push the Vanishing Points Off the Page
Urban SketchingTwenty years designing actual buildings, and I could not make a fuel bowser sit on the ground. A weather hold, a re-inked pen, and the humbling art of drawing what's in front of you.
Stop Aiming, Bend Your Knees, and the Ball Lands
KendamaWent in for carbon kite standoffs, left with a wooden ball on a string and no standoffs. Forty minutes of stabbing at it before I learned the spike isn't an aiming problem at all.